sickness

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Me and Vivian were laying side by side in the bed, watching the Modern family for the 100th time. It's vivs' favourite song.

My throat feels dry, and I keep on coughing non-stop. I don't know what's happening to me.

"Viv, my love. Can you get me a paracetamol, please?"

Vivian:"Of course, my darling. Are you okay?"

"I feel very sick and weak,"

Vivian:"I'll make an appointment with the doctor for tomorrow. We need to get you some antibiotics as you most likely have a chest infection."

"Ugh, viv, why the doctors?"

Vivian:"Princess, you have to go so we can get you your antibiotics."

"Viv, you're a nurse. Why can't you administer them to me?"

Vivian:"I'm not allowed to, my darling. If I was, I would, but I'm not. I'm so sorry my love, would you like me to get you anything since I'm going shopping?"

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